Xuanyuan Yunjing followed his words and left with Luo Tianchao outside the small town.

Wang Ci panted slightly, straightened the messy clothes, and looked at the people in the air with a sinister look.

"I think our demon sect has been established for tens of millions of years, and together with the three sects of the Chan, Jiejiao, and Tongtian sects, we have caused countless small and large wars in the mortal world. How can you, the mere juniors, have the ability to dare to compete with our demon sect?

"He raised his head and smiled evilly, with sarcasm and ridicule that could not be hidden in his smile.

Shui Zekong listened to what Wang Ci said and quietly clenched his fists. The scene that he had remembered for years came to his mind unconsciously.

If it weren't for these evil heretics, Yu'er wouldn't have died at all!

"Yes, we are just juniors who cannot be feared by your evil way. However, that will not stop me from realizing the truth. Because -" Shui Zekong clenched the Chongli Sword, and his eyebrows were full of unruliness.

Xian said, "I don't obey destiny, let alone you, an ant in the eyes of heaven and earth!"

As he finished speaking, he saw him swinging his sword forward with all his strength.

At that moment, the air in front of Shui Zekong froze and solidified, turning into streaks of ice sword energy, heading straight towards Wang Ci.

The mighty sword energy mixed with the cold air came and caught Wang Ci off guard. With just one breath, he was hit by the sword energy and froze into a sculpture.

Wang Qian, who was hiding and watching from a distance, couldn't help but gasped when he saw this strange sword technique. These individuals have extraordinary temperament, and they must be among the best. If they knew that they were the cause of this Wang Ci.

So--

Thinking of the consequences, Wang Gan's legs trembled, and a foul smell instantly spread from the tip of his nose.

Shui Zekong squinted his phoenix eyes, and while his eyes reflected the frozen Wang Ci, a ray of depth slipped through them.

This ice sword technique is not very easy to use for the first time. However, the power of being able to freeze a guy in the realm of the Spiritual King so solid is one of the best. It's just a pity that I only have the realm of the earth.

Unable to perform to its full potential.

For a sword cultivator, this is undoubtedly an extremely regrettable thing.

"Oh, it seems I have to practice my sword skills." Shui Zekong put Zhong Li away, smacked his lips and sighed in regret.

Qi Zhuo put away his fan and jumped up to Qi Jiu's side, with deep concern in his eyes: "Is Brother Wang okay?"

"It doesn't matter. Ah Heng, I'm afraid, I have to take good care of myself." Qi Jiu shook his head, thinking of Luo Tian's appearance covered in blood, a flash of worry flashed in his eyes.

Shui Zekong silently looked up to the sky and sighed.

Why doesn't anyone care about him?

Qi Jiu caught a glimpse of Shui Ze's speechless look and couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the smile froze on his face.

"What's wrong?" Shui Zekong felt something was wrong with Qi Jiu's expression. He turned his head and saw the latter's surprised look. He couldn't help but follow his gaze and his expression suddenly changed, "He's not dead yet?!"

When Qi Zhuo heard this, he also looked back. At that glance, his face instantly turned pale.

But I saw cracks forming in the ice sculpture bit by bit, and the changes ended with a loud bang. The person inside shook his body that was heavy with moisture, and his eyes were red.

After swallowing a pill, Wang Ci suddenly roared, and the pressure from his soul instantly knocked down Qi Zhuo, Shuizekong and others. He glanced at Qi Jiu who was still standing in embarrassment, and the two of them started to fight.

After a quick glance, he fainted.

Qi Jiu looked at Wang Ci, who was slowly walking towards him step by step, and then realized that he had reached the realm of spiritual saints at the upper levels of the earth. If Wang Ci only had to wave his sword lightly at this time, he might be able to

Like Zhuo Zhuo and A Ze, they fell to the ground.

"If you ask if you are willing, I will answer, yes." He lightly opened his lips.

"I will punish anyone who bullies me! You mortal!" Wang Cixie smiled and raised his hand and waved a sword. The sword light flew into the sky, and the majestic sword energy rushed towards Qi Jiu, rolling up the dust.

The gravel scene is extremely spectacular!

Qi Jiu stared straight ahead with calm eyes, a faint glint appearing at the bottom of his warm and silent eyes when the sword light came.

"Zheng!"

When the sword light approached, the Feng Mingqin roared loudly, using the pressure of its own soul to forcefully block Wang Ci's sword that was swung with almost all his strength.

The pressure of a soul more majestic than Wang Ci soared into the sky, blowing towards his face with a strong wind. The strong light passed by, and Wang Ci saw that the guqin in front of him had transformed into a nine-tailed phoenix flying in the clouds.

nice.

But that young man still looked the same, but his temperament instantly settled down. He was no longer gentle and indifferent, but cold - as cold as cold jade.

There was not a single trace of soul fluctuation in the young man's body, just like the eyes that turned blue at some point, there was not a trace of emotional fluctuation.

But Wang Ci subconsciously felt that this young man was definitely different from just now. His cultivation had improved by at least two major levels in that moment!

It’s as if, it’s as if——

The terrifying pressure of the gods!

"Who are you?" Wang Ci clenched his sword tightly, his eyes flashing with deep vigilance.

"The phoenix has fallen into a sleepy sleep, and its sound is heard all over the sky. My name -" Qi Jiu lowered his head and stretched out his hand, gently hooking the strings that were filled with cold air. When the sound of the piano flew up, the corners of his lips slid across, and he said,

The arc is gentle and shallow, but as cold as frost.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Wang Ci, who was swept to the ground by the sound of the piano. His voice was slightly lazy and disdainful, "Do you deserve to know?"

It was at that moment that Wang Ci felt the murderous intent from this young man. For a moment, Wang Ci grabbed the sword and stood up, turned around and ran away.

"Run?" A chuckle came from the tip of Qi Jiu's nose, without any warmth in his eyes, "Can you run away?"

The ten fingers flew, and the clang of the piano roared out. In just a moment, he was behind Wang Ci, and before he could yell for mercy, he was turned into powder!

Qi Jiu carried the Guqin that had transformed into Fengming Qin on his back, and jumped not far away. There, kneeling was a tall and sturdy man.

That guy was none other than Wang Qian who was so frightened that he wet his crotch!

"Grandpa, have mercy, grandpa have mercy! I won't dare to harm anyone next time, grandpa, have mercy!" Wang Qian, who was originally frightened by Qi Jiu's coercion and did not dare to move, saw that he was so far away from him.

As time went by, I became more and more frightened and uneasy, and I kept kowtowing and howling loudly for mercy.

"You have done many evil things, like money and sex, but you saved Wang Ci because of the good thoughts in your heart. Now that you are sincere and repentant, I will spare your life. However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. Today I will destroy you.

With your cultivation, you will be a good person in the future. If you think wrongly again, you will be punished by God. Do you understand?" Qi Jiu looked at Wang Qian who was wailing expressionlessly, raised his hand and waved, without waiting for the latter's reaction.

His entire cultivation was ruined!

Wang Qian had pain on his face, but he gratefully bowed to Qi Jiu several times, then stood up and left in a hurry.
Chapter completed!